Rose (Creepypasta - Blood warning)

[Nano]

January 1st, 2005
My parents decided a good New Year’s gift for me would be this small compact journal. By small, I didn’t just mean in page numbers, it was small enough to fit inside the front pocket of some rich politician or business man. Why they got it for me, I don’t know. Perhaps they just thought I needed a place to jot down all my thoughts. Maybe it was just because they had skipped out on a Christmas and Birthday present for me, and wanted to assure me that they still cared. Things with my parents hadn’t exactly been “peachy keen” so to speak. It wasn’t that we got into fights or anything; it was just that we didn’t like one another. Sure, back in my youth I loved my parents, I still do don’t get me wrong, but nowadays we just didn’t have a connection anymore. I was in college, working to graduate. They were at home, silently knitting and watching Dr. Phil.

I’m kinda surprised I’m writing this in here. I wasn’t ever one for diaries, but this has been pretty relaxing so far. Maybe I do need to get some of these things off my chest. I miss being close with my family, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. As I said, I’m in college now. I need to worry about my own hide before working on my family relations.

For now, I’m going to put this down. The New Year’s party ended some time ago and I need to clean up. My friend can’t be stuck doing the job alone after all.

January 4th, 2005
I forgot to mention I got the number for this girl I really like. Her name is Melissa, and she’s very cute. We’re friends, yeah, but we’re distant friends. We talk about world events in the classes we share, our opinions on them, how we’ve been, etc. nothing really special. At that party though, I decided to make my move. I liked her and I wanted to get to know her a little better. So, I smoothly made my way over to her and sparked a chat. We talked about our classes, how we’ve been doing, and it ended up being a lot like our past conversations. That was, until, she asked for New Year’s resolution. I hadn’t thought about it before, and to be honest, I didn’t really care. The first thing to come to my head though was my childhood dream of talking to my dog Hodges.

To give a quick explanation, Hodges was my old dog back when I was 6. He was a beagle that was super energetic and played a ton in our backyard. Our backyard didn’t have a fence because we were right next to a lake and didn’t have many neighbors. In the summer, I’d take Hodges down to the lake and we’d go swimming together. At night, when I was afraid, he’d always snuggle up next to me and help me to sleep. Sadly though, one day Hodges simply disappeared from our backyard when I let him outside to do his business. I asked my mom about it when I noticed he hadn’t come back. My mom assured me that he was probably exploring the area, and she got her coat on and walked outside. It wasn’t long though until she came back. Silently, she hung up her coat and called my father. After, she picked me up and placed me on the table. Quietly she explained to me that Hodges had explored the area and found a way to heaven.

In actuality, as I learned at the age of 15 (long after I had forgotten about him of course), Hodges had made his way to the street, getting hit by a car and dying instantly.

During the nights when I couldn’t sleep, I always wondered what Hodges would’ve said to me if he could talk. He always seemed to stare at me, a sort of warmth in his eyes, telling me that everything was alright and that he would protect me. That’s why I made it my mission to find a way to talk to Hodges. When he made his unexpected journey to “Heaven”, I realized it might be a little hard to talk to him now. I assumed a radio could maybe pick up his voice or something, since when I was that little the idea of a voice in a box seemed so supernatural to me. Thus, I would tune into radio stations and listen for Hodges.

Sadly, and expectedly, I never did hear him. I just assumed he didn’t know how to work the radios in heaven. I was happy for him though, I was glad he had found Heaven, though confused as to why I could never find it when I tried.

Anyhow, I ended up blurting out the words “To find a way to talk with animals”. I was a bit buzzed at the time, not gonna lie. She seemed stunned, not expecting such a science fiction like response to an ordinary question. I heard a laugh escape from her mouth, not one of cruelness, but one of genuine amusement. I didn’t explain the story of Hodges to her, seemed kind of weird I guess. In the end, she wrote down her phone number and handed it to me, telling me that if I ever needed help in my quest for communicating with animals, she’d be glad to help.

I’m glad I talked to her. I’m going to write down her number in here, just to make sure I don’t lose it. 305-7392

July 17th, 2010
It’s been years since I saw this dumb thing. I noticed it while I was searching for a box that I remembered I had stored all my baseball cards in as a kid and found this inside it. Being so small, it was no wonder I lost it so fast. Me and Melissa are engaged now, and living together. I graduated college with honors and a master’s degree in sociology, and she ended up getting a master’s in engineering. Reading the past entries, I was reminded by the whole reason we got together. I had said something silly when asked about my New Year’s resolution, and she found it funny, funny enough to want to keep talking with me. Reading these entries also reminded me of Hodges. I miss him a ton now that I think about it. In January, Hodges had been a passing thought to me. Now though, it feels sort of nostalgic. I want a dog again. I think it’d be fun to have another one, and I don’t think Melissa would mind having one too.

July 18th, 2010
I brought up the idea of a dog to her and she loved it. We decided we’d go and buy one sometime this week and to be honest, I’m a bit excited. This was going to be my first dog since Hodges. More than likely, we would try and find another beagle just like him, since I had loved my first dog so much.

July 21st, 2010
We brought home a beagle, as expected. Her name is going to be Rose, and I’m going to start on building a doghouse for her soon. Luckily, this house has a fence, so I don’t need to worry about Rose finding her way to heaven like Hodges. It’s a very surreal thing, seeing a dog that looks nearly identical to one you once had. People rarely ever look the same, yet dogs somehow seemed to blend in with one another. Rose was much like Hodges. They both were a mix of brown and white fur. The only difference I could really recall, as my memory about Hodges is a bit spotty, was that Rose had a white tip at the end of her tail.

I don’t think I’m going to write in this journal again for a while. It felt nice being able to write down my thoughts once more, but with Rose around, I think things are going to be a bit too busy to continuously write in this journal. Perhaps in the future, I’ll finally find a reason to use this more. As for now, I’m going to tuck it away in my desk and continue on with my life.

March 23rd, 2011
Hello old friend, it’s been awhile again hasn’t it? I have exciting news. I’ve decided to pursue the resolution I had in 2005. This year, I will use the garage we have as a lab for finding a way to communicate with animals. The test subject, I’ve decided, will be Rose. Rose and I have become almost inseparable. Melissa finds it adorable, and I’ll constantly see her trying to take pictures of us on the couch watching TV to post on Facebook. Ridiculous, I know. This will be no easy task I understand, and it has probably been tried thousands of times in hundreds of ways. That won’t stop me though. I plan on using this journal to write down my research notes and progress on the project. More than likely, I’ll translate these notes to a computer when I’m done, but I feel cool writing them in this journal. It reminds me of the old movies I’d watch with a detective who’d take out their notepad and jot down notes about a crime when I was a kid.

Mysterious.

April 2nd, 2011
I’ve bought some equipment for my project, but I’m not sure where to start. I figured I’ll have to do this all telepathically, as the only thing I’ve heard about animals actually talking was from Odie who only said “I love you”. I don’t want to condition Rose to speak words; I want to find a way for her to express her own thoughts and ideas through full length sentences.

Perhaps I’ll start with finding a way to have Rose focus her thoughts? Teach her words as though she were a child? I’ll have to get my wife to help.

April 14th, 2011
Well we made a prototype of what we want to accomplish. I already left a ton of notes on it before, so I’ll sum it up here for those that don’t get it.

Essentially, we’re going to have Rose’s thoughts focused onto a certain part of a helmet she’ll be wearing. Using this point, we’ll find a way to turn these thoughts into either some sort of sound or text log or… I don’t know. We haven’t thought that far ahead.

April 21st, 2011
No luck still, but that’s alright. I’m not expecting this to be a walk in the park. I’ve marked down some more of my research. Enjoy.

August 15th, 2011
We’ve made a lot of progress since April 21st, and I’m excited! We found a way to concentrate her thoughts finally, though now the hard part is taking those concentrated thoughts into some sort of audible/legible form. I’ve suggested to my wife that maybe we develop the same sort of helmet Rose wears for me. Discussing it made her uncomfortable, though I don’t know why. Maybe she’s worried how attached I’ve become to this project.

I’ve been skipping work occasionally to put in extra time towards this project. Honestly, I don’t see the big deal. If this thing works out, I’ll be making way more money that I have been. I just need more time to do the research and create more prototypes.

August 31st, 2011
My wife has grown more and more irritated at this project, and has begun to urge me to drop it. I’m worried about her, as most of this emotion has come from nowhere. She talks about my obsession with Rose, saying I’ve become too attached to her. It’s not healthy she says. When I ask her what she’s talking about, she sounds flabbergasted, as though it’s right in front of me.

I don’t know, but I’ve started working on a helmet for myself in secret. I don’t want to upset her more than she already is.
My notes can be found behind this entry.

October 1st, 2011
Melissa has since left the project and is trying to urge me to do the same. I’ve been told by her that my actions have become more and more disgusting when it comes to Rose. She also tells me that my job is at risk (I suppose she’s talking about the week of work I ducked out of with some lame excuse of my aunt dying). I’ll admit, perhaps I’ve been a little too fixated on Rose. I can’t help it though! The research is going so well that I suspect to have a working prototype that can accomplish some form of interaction between me and Rose at the end of December.

On a side note, I have a working helmet now. It’s a bit odd, I just think really hard and I can feel my thoughts leave my head and connect with the rod that is meant to store and send them. Makes me curious as to if they’ll stay there forever or slowly fly away…

October 5th, 2011
The neighbor’s dog has started to look at Rose weird. I think he likes her. I don’t like that one bit. He’s not right for her! After all she’s a purebred. I’m thinking of reinforcing the fence, but I don’t know. Is it worth the effort? The time? The money?

We were becoming strapped for cash since the project is becoming really expensive, and again my wife urges me to stop my work. I can’t believe her, after all the time and money we’ve sunk in she wants to end it all. God, you spend money to make money! I know I should keep this strictly research based, but I still view this as my journal where my personal thoughts go.

October 19th, 2011
I figured another way to take care of the neighbor’s dog problem. Hold on.

October 19th ½, 2011
I took care of it.

October 25th, 2011
I’m becoming annoyed by my wife’s constant harping to end my beloved project. She threatens with hollow lies of “I’ll leave you” or “I’ll kill Rose if I have to”. I laugh though. I can still sell this stuff, she wouldn’t toss away thousands of dollars worth of equipment, or even the life of our precious dog.

Would she?

November 11th, 2011
It appears that, due to some miscalculations, my work for the past two weeks will have to be trashed. It’s a friggen shame really, more than likely due to my wife. I can’t concentrate anymore. It’s becoming so hard to hear my thoughts over her. I’ll sit there in my workshop and just listen to the constant complaining and whining about what my life has become in her eyes.

Rose supports me though. Always cuddling me, always giving me her love, it genuinely feels like we have a bond. I love her, I really do. I want to hear her thoughts as soon as possible and I’m going to work twice as hard to meet my deadline of December 31st. Cliché, I know, ending a project the day you vowed to create it. That’s the kind of guy I am though, and I can’t help it.

November 27th, 2011
My wife left for Thanksgiving with her family, and I declined to join her when she begged me to. She wanted me out of the house, away from my work. Ridiculous. I haven’t told her yet that I was fired. My boss caught on that I was skipping work and was pretty pissed when I simply didn’t care about what he had to say about it. Doesn’t matter though, I’m almost done. Once completed, I’ll never have to worry about money again. Plus, Rose and I will finally be able to have those long conversations that I’ve wanted to have with her for years.

I’m surprised though, as my wife should’ve been back by now. I don’t blame her for wanting a break from me to be honest. Looking back I have been rather harsh towards her. It’s not her fault that she can’t appreciate what I’m doing, she doesn’t understand the riches we’ll obtain from completing this project.

November 28th, 2011
Melissa is dead.

On her way home she swerved into oncoming traffic (perhaps she was drinking, did I drive her to that?) and hit a truck headfirst. Dying on impact, it appeared her car burst into flames and mangled her body up pretty badly. It was enough to where the local police took their time identifying her.

I’m torn now. I miss her so badly, I feel so terrible for the past year, and how this may have been my fault in some way.

No it probably was my fault, never mind.

Now though, I have a choice. Continue with the work she despised to fulfill some childlike dream, or respect her wishes and put a stop to this.

December 8th, 2011
Lately I’ve been hearing her. It’s strange, and I’m not sure where it’s coming from, but I can hear her.

Oh sorry, I meant Rose. I can hear Rose in my head. However, it’s never when we have those helmets on. She’s also never around when it happens. All I hear is faint whispering, making out small words like “happy” and “wife”, but never a full sentence. I’ve tried recording these noises, thinking my wife was haunting me for how I’ve treated her, but I’ve come to three conclusions.

1.) The voice sounded nothing like her. Perhaps in the spirit world her voice changes? That leads me to the second conclusion.

2.) I’m a skeptic. I don’t believe in ghosts. If my wife was haunting me though, she’d surely want me to know that she wanted me dead.

3.) The recorder picks up nothing. No sound, no words, nothing. The whispering must be inside my head.

Thus, I’ve decided this must be the work of Rose. How does this happen though? I’ll have to investigate more.

December 10th, 2011
I think I’ve found out what may have caused this phenomenon! Retracing my steps, I realized that when I was dismantling Rose’s helmet, there must have been some sort of release of all her thoughts that had been stored there while she wore it.

This means that, as I expected, my helmet must’ve worked. It’s great to know my genius was in there all along. Now though, I fear I may have unleashed something I can’t control. Over the past two days, the whispering has only grown louder and louder. I can identify more words now, and a sentence or two. I hate it. It’s nothing bad, mostly just things like “I love my ball” or other mindless dog-like thoughts. It’s just constantly filling my mind! I can’t control the volume or when I want to hear it by will. The only solution I’ve found was to wear my own helmet, which for some reason stopped the voices.

I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. Rose just sits there. Unaware of the pain she causes me.

December 14th, 2011
The helmet doesn’t work anymore.

December 15th, 2011
Earplugs, as I expected, don’t help. I’ve begun tossing and turning in my sleep, my dreams affected by these voices. I still love Rose though; she doesn’t know what she’s doing after all.

Would Melissa have finally agreed with the project if she would’ve known that it worked?

December 17th, 2011
The voices are tearing my psyche in two. I can’t stand this anymore, I hate it. Today I screamed and tore up the house in a fit of rage. I miss Melissa so bad, but I think I can live without her. I have Rose, so I’m never alone.

Is that a good thing though? I ask myself questions all the time but I never find an answer to them. I hate it. I hate not knowing god DAMMIT.

December 23rd, 2011
Melissa’s family has left me numerous voicemails, but even if I want to listen to them I can’t. It’s impossible, because Rose’s voice is so loud now that I can’t hear much anything. All she ever says now is, “I hate her”.

I don’t understand why though. Who does she hate? Melissa is dead now, why would Rose hate her? ****** Christ I need a drink.

December 25th, 2011
“I want to die, to go see Melissa wherever she may be.” As I said these words out loud, Rose’s voice in my head grew louder than ever. Rose knows I’m mourning over Melissa, and hates it.

I don’t know what to do anymore, I’ve become distant with the few friends I have. They haven’t contacted me though. They probably think I’m still working on the project--

Wait the project. The project! That’s what caused this, and it can easily fix it. I just need to reattach Rose’s helmet and her thoughts will stop transmitting. It should only take a day or two!

December 27th, 2011
It didn’t work. I’m tired. I just want sleep. Anything at all. All I hear is her jealous voice, constantly pushing its way into my head to remind me of the wife I had lost. I’m sick of it, I’m so sick of it. I’ve punched walls, knocked over tables, and destroyed my electronics. Nothing gave me relief though. Nothing.

December 31st, 2011
There’s only one thing I can do. I have to kill Rose. There’s no other answer. To end my torture I must end her life.
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It was rather easy, not going to lie. I brought her to the bathroom, locked the door, and took out the knife. There, I simply placed her in the tub and slit her throat. The blood was interesting to watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I accidentally lost focus though, and she struggled enough to break free and weakly fall out of the tub, bleeding profusely all over my bathroom.

I myself was covered in a large amount of blood and it enraged me. I began beating Rose, feeling every thud from my fist hitting her body. She was dead fifteen minutes before I stopped beating her. It was… I don’t know. It was so satisfying to finally end it all. Even as I write this down, I no longer hear her taunting tone. It’s a relief, yet I also feel a pang in my chest. I’ve just killed my dog.

But you know what, I’m ok with that. I don’t care. I’m free! I’m finally FREE.

January 1st, 2012
They’re back. The voices. The voices are back, this time tormenting me for my crimes against Rose.

I’m sorry Melissa. I should have stopped this project. Before all of this happened. If only I hadn’t cared about that STUPID dog so much.

Police Report:
Daniel Wagner, age 29, was found dead inside his house on January 3rd, 2012 after a neighbor hadn’t seen him, or any movement in the house, for some time. Police approached the house cautiously and, upon entering, noticed there were signs of a possible struggle in the house. The furniture was torn, glass littered the area, and bloody footprints could be seen trailing around the house.

Examining further, Daniel was found in his bed with a shotgun in his mouth and parts of his head against the wall. In the master bathroom was a badly damaged body of a Beagle, a deep cut across its neck. It is assumed that the blood, which was covering almost everything in the bathroom, was “Rose’s” blood (The dog’s name according to the collar). Attempts at cleaning this room were also apparent.

A strange thing to note was that the dog appeared to have been beaten immensely during and after its dying moments.

On the nightstand was the journal of Daniel. Inside this journal were entries made by him about what appeared to be a project he was working on and daily events in his life. Towards the end most of the handwriting becomes illegible. Just scribbles of what may or may not be words.

The project was supposed to give humans the ability to talk to animals. The journal details how all of his work took place in his garage. However, this is impossible. The garage is empty, no signs of any sort of project ever taking place in it. The journal also talks about a helmet of some sort, but nothing like that was found either.

From what can be read at the end, Daniel faced extreme hallucinations of his dog talking to him about his “dead wife” towards the end of his life. We suspect this is why he killed Rose.

Melissa Wagner, the deceased wife he mentions, is actually alive and healthy. She said she left him around November because she just couldn’t handle the way he was acting anymore. He had a wild look in his eyes and would constantly just sit in the garage and stare at their dog Rose. Fearing he may have had a mental condition of some sort, they tried to contact him, but received no response.

The neighbor, when interviewed, also mentioned this. When the disturbing entry was brought up about the neighbor’s dog, the neighbor looked puzzled. Thinking for a while, he finally stated that he did remember something that he had brushed off as some sort of mistake. Apparently Daniel had come over and asked for him to try and keep their dog away from Rose, something about breeding he wanted to do. It confused him at the time, as they didn’t have a dog, but assumed that maybe one had wandered into their yard and Daniel believed they had one now.

Daniel had killed himself January 1st, but due to the New Year’s celebration, it was thought to have been a firework of some sort emitting from his house. The neighbor actually heard this sound, yet he saw no form of light. This, he stated, was another reason he called the police.

It is becoming a possibility that Daniel may have developed schizophrenia during 2011 or well before, but more testing will have to be put towards that to confirm this theory.
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So surprise! This has been a side project I've been working on for some time due to my recent obsession with creepypastas. I had this on a word document at first and moved it to here, so some of the formatting may be weird. I had no inspiration for this story, and simply wrote it as I came up with things. With that in mind, there's also probably a lot of spelling mistakes and awkward sentences.

So yeah, tell me what ya think.

[dragonite637]

very good story. had my attention at every word. not many stories can interest me like this one. good work :)

[chaobreedersmh]

Idk Aidan I still think that the original title was far more fitting. Jokes aside, good job on finishing up a project! I wasn't entirely sure if you were gonna, but I'm glad you did finish it.

[Dr. Roivas]

i havent given it a serious read through yet but knowing u its prolly rly good

preemptive pat on the back

[eblu]

tl;dr

[Dr. Roivas]

eboy no

[eblu]

shub ub

[Crash32]

You were inspired by my "Sonic Advance 4" story weren't you Fox
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN'T

[Nano]

FUNNY THING

I didn't notice it until after I posted haha

Also thank you for the comments everyone.

Except Eboy B)

[KeatonLabs]

Long read but i couldn't look away. I actually laughed at some parts every now and then ESPECIALLY THE AT THE DOG BEING BEATEN but it's a darn good story.